My first parish.
I was baptized here, made my first holy communion, confirmed, and was also married.
It was also my grandmother’s and mother’s parish since it was located in their neighborhood.
I remember it feeling very grand walking in. I remember the sights and smells also. Burning candles or incense. Dark reds, blues, golds. Fresh flowers.
As you walked in you faced the altar that had a tall cross hanging from the ceiling upon red velvet centered behind. On either side there were niches with saints and kneelers to which you could go to and pray.
On the top balcony at entrance, this is where the organ pipes would ring out vibrating sounds. Sometimes the sounds would scare me because it always pounded out loud pitches.
I remember clearly the day of my confession. It was not inside the confessional, which I was sort of hoping for. Instead, the priest and I sat face to face in a pew near front. I guess for kids, they felt this to be the better approach than an a dark small room.
I also remember many weddings and baptisms at this parish. My family in Tucson is large, so every year it felt like there was some event to attend there.
This parish also has special significance because it so happens my husband also received all of his sacraments here as well.
Now that I’m moved away and my mom no longer lives in Tucson, I do not attend it much. There are still weddings or special masses given to which from time to time I’m there, but not as a regular Sunday participant.
With new priests and changes over the years, the altar is no longer the same. It saddens me because the original invoked many spiritual thoughts and the new appearance does not provide that for me.
In any case, I try to remember the times as a child I had there and still find it a special place that I hold close to my heart.
This was taken before all the changes were made to the altar. I want to say most here was original to what it was like when first built. Now the altar does not have any of this appearance but instead a wall with a painted cross.
On each side leading to altar are stained glass windows to this day I believe are the original. Also there are two altars aside the main altar. One with St. Therese of Lisieux and I believe St. Joseph.
I’m not sure who provided these art depictions in front of the parish, possibly the city, but this one is right in front. I love the touch it brings the community and the history of this neighborhood church.
2 thoughts on “St. Margaret Mary Alacoque – Tucson, Arizona”
I miss my old Church. It use to be so peaceful, I always left with such a inner peace.Things are not the same,
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Beautiful Church .. Thanks for sharing ❤️
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